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Through any measure, misstepping, trekking bad weather
How I pull it together might make me legendary
Niggas misusing influence, snake to your fruit
And see niggas envy the movement but staying sedentary
You do the foolishness, tell them exit stage left
Way too in tune with it, true I'm not affected
Niggas put me in rumors instead of rooms with these f*ck-ed niggas
I'm ducking the goofies like we on channel 50
Niggas and women looking like mousetraps lately
Don't deal in foo energy, I fall back
Feel like everyone looking at me with hands out
Maybe, this dip in my rhythm could be a call back

Source a my pressure been in my pen
Picked wit my cuz' n 'nem
I weathered through snow
Shit wasn rest for me
Forgin my treasure, been on my best behavior
Lately, I couldn test where I'm steppin
Them niggas dead to me
And rose
Checking my roots, checking the fruits a my labor
Hay fever catched me, I bless you with just the print a me
En vogue
Lessened a stroll, lesson a hole or two
'Less I be whole, shit
Lest I hold both for you
Breath in a vessel emptied, I'm openin to the close a this shit
Crested in soul, hit both my temples
Them niggas dress 'fore they show, wasn nun to see through
It's fresh what I wrote (Yall wasn gon bleed wit niggas)

Close friends shifting off the rose-heads
Shipping these import trends
Candle burning both ends
Different from the close-knit circles, we from low-ends
Niggas dip when roads end, it's funny how it goes man
Its funny how it rolls
Still dropping new shit when all my muses in the grave, dig
Rose through the Bullshit, I hop-gather when the wave shifts
Through introspection I'm still impressed with where I came
Vexed by reflections, I look like nothing was the same